Are we living a life that is worth the harm?

affiliated with citta-alveare // home in sector oo6 // veteran noble (for now) // omnivalence 5x/day

[cecildearlisteners]

Ye Olde Hive City is obviously the best venue to showcase Cecil Palmer's fashion mastery--

[citta-alveare-deactivated201811]

{mini event} ғᴀɴᴛ✦sɪᴀ [part a: the great fall]

[photo credit: JimmyJaszczurka]

fan·ta·sia

something considered to be unreal, weird, exotic, or grotesque.

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[sideburnsandvoice]

"…Oh Jesus Christ what is he doing. Just.. what is he even doing?"

Why is the boss currently wearing a seat-belt as a a fashion accessory? THOSE ARE FOR SAFETY NOT FASHION. WHY ARE YOU ADDING SAFETY TO YOUR FASHION?

[cecildearlisteners]

[nikipaprika]

THE SEATBELT TRILOGY!!! starring Cecil Gershwin Palmer

Switcharound with fashiondisastercecil and kurzz again! This was a lot of fun oh my gosh!!! <3

Added who did what in the captions but again here is a little guide!

Top Row: [Sketch]FDC > [Lines]NikiPaprika > [Colour]Kurzz Middle Row: [Sketch]NikiPaprika > [Lines]Kurzz > [Colour]FDC Bottom Row: [Sketch]Kurzz > [Lines]FDC > [Colour]NikiPaprika

[orcasoup-deactivated20150806]

god this was even more fun than the last one!! :3333

[cecildearlisteners]

The car had been sitting in their shared driveway for a while now, but Cecil hadn't yet been able to use it. For a long time after Carlos had covered the mirrors, it had simply sat there collecting dust. Mostly dust, anyway. It was collecting stamps, too. This had surprised Sigma, when he went to go remove the mirrors. It had not surprised Cecil very much. It had surprised Carlos only a little. Now that the mirrors were gone, Cecil had been able to tuck the stamps safely inside the drug compartment, and was finishing the next important adjustment to his new car:

Cutting the seat belts out, and crafting them into fashionable accessories.

Cecil stood back, away from his car, in the street, proudly surveying his work. One newly-emancipated seat belt was draped across his shoulders, another around his waist. Two more lay before him, ready to be refashioned for their future use. Yes, he thought. Perfect.

[cecildearlisteners]

"So! I finally took the time to add a list of duties to the job listings on the Hive CIty Community Radio website. It turns out a lot of people who apply to be interns don't expect some of the basic job requirements! Like singing sea shanties to the ants, or copy-editing some of my fanfics. But now that everyone knows, I hope to see plenty more interns down at the station!"

[shutterbughenry]

"Cecil… where’s all the… the things on the radio?  Weren’t there… things?" Ineloquent at the best of times, describing things that weren’t actually happening was apparently a little beyond Henry at the moment.  He gestured fruitlessly at their perfectly fine surroundings. His gaze eventually settled on Cecil’s coffee. "… Do we have fresh coffee…?"

[cecildearlisteners]

"The what?" He looked at Henry with wide eyes, more to convey the fact that he was paying attention than to actually express surprise. "Things? What kind of things do you mean--oh!" Realization dawned like a belated sunrise. He chuckled. "You mean the insects, right? And the mushrooms? Don't worry about that, Henry."

That's it. Just don't worry about it. No explanation or anything.

He looked down at his coffee, and back at Henry, still smiling. "We do! I think we do. I mean, it's warm, the coffee. So it's probably fresh. I'm not sure who made the coffee. You didn't, did you?"

[the-write-ideas]

Ask me "Are you ______?"

[cecildearlisteners]

¬_¬

"Like I always say, if you can’t beat ‘em, try using telepathy to access their plan of attack. Now you have the element of surprise on your side!"

[ask-fancy-titan-eren-deactivate]

Send a "¬_¬" for some bad advice from my muse!!

[cecildearlisteners]

Bonus points if you give me a topic on what to give bad advice on!

[betterthandanita-deactivated201]

"Look, I’m pretty sure I don’t need to be a scientist to figure out that there ain't no bees around. And I think I’ll be fine without being careful of bees, that is the least I’ve had to worry about in a long time."

[cecildearlisteners]

"If you say so. I'm just saying, it can't hurt to be careful, can it? There's no guarantee that the bees we can neither see nor hear aren't lethally dangerous and all around us even as we speak! And I will stand by that statement. But even so, I'm glad you can relax, at least comparatively."

[betterthandanita-deactivated201]

"If there were invisible bees we’d still hear the damn buzzing. Unless you’re gonna try telling me that they’re silent, yet deadly. Which means they could also not be bees."

[cecildearlisteners]

"These are all very good points! I would encourage you to take it up with Carlos, who is my boyfriend and also a scientist. Unfortunately, I'm only a reporter, and I know very little about bees or the possible lack thereof. I think we should probably still be careful, though! Just in case."

[betterthandanita-deactivated201]

"I’m sorry, what? I think I would know if there were some deadly bees outside, considering we’re outside. Do you see any bees? I sure as hell don’t.”

[cecildearlisteners]

"Well," he said. "You never know," he said. "They could be invisible bees. Or worse--invisible, constantly teleporting bees, like the clocktower back home, and then how would we know?"

[betterthandanita-deactivated201]

"What the hell people talkin’ about bees? I aint seen nothing."

[cecildearlisteners]

"My sources are reporting that there is a swarm of extremely loud and extremely deadly bees outside at this very moment! We have yet to receive any confirmation of this, as I have done my best to avoid going outside for the past two days."

[ascientistis-archive]

Does Tuberculosis even start with a sniffle? [Closed | Cecil]

[ascientistis-archive]

Carlos couldn’t help but laugh himself. Both of them were practically falling apart. They were both sputtering, noses running and eyes heavy in a haze, half from exhaustion and half from volumes of buildup of god knows what (he was a scientist, not a doctor). But all the same, being physically miserable together somehow lifted any sort of emotional misery that would have happened otherwise. Gross wet sneezes can be unbearable on one’s own, but gross wet sneezes, shared under the same blanket on the same couch, barely paying attention to what was on TV–well, that can be nice.

So once Cecil pulled the single tissue from the box in front of them, Carlos followed by taking the whole box and placing it between them. “I think we’ll need it,” he commented, slipping his feet under Cecil’s blanket until their ankles touched. He smiled– just before blowing his nose with an unattractive honk– and smiled again, albeit a little more embarrassed this time. “I’m okay with this… mostly okay. This is fine.” 

[cecildearlisteners]

There was a part of Cecil, however distant, that realized how warm it must be outside. It wasn't a desert summer, certainly--not even close!--but it was still a summer, and still hot, outside of the sanctity of their air-conditioned home. Bundling up in blankets was strange, anachronistic, but it felt right. Here was Cecil (possibly feverish, definitely unwell), and here was the summer (definitely feverish, possibly unwell), and here was Carlos, blowing his nose, holding onto the tissues, his ankles warm against Cecil's, smiling that smile that made everything else warm, too. Sure, it was gross and gooey and he had to laugh at the nose-blowing honk noise, but it was also nice, just... being here. Apart from the whole sick thing. Which was admittedly a rather large thing.

He leaned forward, placing a gentle peck on Carlos' nose (runny as it was), and then leaned back, grinning despite his sore nose. And then he became serious. "Actually," he started, and then cleared his throat (more as a result of phlegm than for any greater verbal effect or purpose), "if you want, I remember a few old folk remedies my mother used to use whenever I was sick. I mean--I don't know how well they'll work. And I think they're a little... non-standard. Like, I mean, it's, it's very weird stuff, so you'd really just have to trust me, okay? It's not dangerous or anything. Just, you know..." He waved a hand around, helplessly. "I mean it's up to you. But it might help? And it's something to do?"

[cecildearlisteners]

Makes air quotes with his fingers.

""""Heroes""""

[cecildearlisteners]

And now, the weather.